This is my entry into this week's Constrained Writing Contest #31

It used to be easy. You could tell black from white, and you knew the difference. The good guys wore white hats, and always won by the end of the movie. Shining light on something allowed you to see the truth, the warm, the good. When light streamed down it radiated colors, and those waves of colors bounced around and jumped into our eyes to create the most beautiful scenes. Beauty radiated everywhere.    

Then, the confusion and the haziness came. We had taken for granted what was right, what was good, what was ours. We forgot to give thanks. We became immune to beauty. Comfort and the quest for convenience and speediness overtook our appreciation for the little things. Instead of feeling at peace within our own thoughts and ponderings, we allowed exterior influences to gain control of our emotions and our interests. Why bother with the real world’s colors and beauty, when you could watch contrived beauty online, on your phone, at the theater. These fake colors were contrived and intense and addictive. They out-shone the real rainbows outside. As we lusted for these newer brighter colors, we forgot what else came with the natural world. Our ability to distinguish “right” from “wrong” was replaced with a new politically correct, socially accepted norm of accepting everything. What happened to our own thoughts? Our own wants & desires?  

Things became cloudier, and cloudier within ourselves, as the digital world became brighter. Soon, the cities were illuminated at night with dizzying rays of fake color, rather than the natural light of the moon & the constellations. The night life became the new “day”. It was more colorful than the day, anyway – what with all the smog. You really couldn’t even see the sun anymore. All the chemtrailing had hidden the sun away behind a hazy screen of dull.     

We all went through a slow shift. More & more people assumed the life style of the “night owl”, staying up later, and later, not realizing their internal clocks were confused and malfunctioning.   

We all need light to survive, and as the years went on, it was only possible to find light at night. The colorful lights of the city at night gives us what we craved, what we have been searching for. But, most people have no idea what they are really searching for, or what they really crave. They have forgotten or willfully abandoned the “old ways”, even the old thoughts & emotions. True feelings have been replaced with a low level grey, static, uninterested, uninspiring hum-drum existence. People are now bored and restless if they aren’t being entertained, awed or wowed with fake spectacle every second of the day.  

We are now living in the negative, and don’t even know it. The entire spectrum could have been reversed, and most people probably wouldn’t even notice, except a few of us.   

We remember. White light (true white light from the sun) is pure energy, pure love. It contains the life force. Within that pure white light, is the entire spectrum, all colors, all emotions. Those colors are communication tools. Creating art is one way people can regain control of their own feelings and thoughts and desires. Even if you have to paint at night, in the fluorescent, neon, fake light, do it! Perhaps when the fake light bounces off the REAL colors that you paint they will take on the realness and the sincerity of your colors when they bounce into other people’s eyes and perhaps that will start to break the spell most of us have been living under. Perhaps we’ll be able to regain control, and let the sun shine through again.    

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Thanks, @svashta for continuing to host these challenging writing contests!

The image above, is a negative of my painting of California Poppies.  I used the negative creator tool at the Free Lunapic Online Photo Editing Site.